Roses come in red
and in pretty blue
yet daisies stay white
forever and true
Roses have thorns
While daisies are soft
Yet you picked the rose
After you got told
Your hands keep on bleeding
Baby don’t you see?
You picked the wrong flower
and that flower is me
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 9:12 AM UTC
Roses come in red
and in pretty blue
yet daisies stay white
forever and true
Roses have thorns
While daisies are soft
Yet you picked the rose
After you got told
Your hands keep on bleeding
Baby don’t you see?
You picked the wrong flower
and that flower is me
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